Lying on the grass with you By the banks in Hampstead Heath Is better then that trip to Paris we took And driving through France, from Calais, As the grey clouds changed before our eyes into

I need to feel content To be content; The future will never come

You know who you are ..

Josh walked the creaky steps, carefully balancing the wooden tray topped with teapot and cup. He found himself a comfy seat in the form of a cushy leather sofa, framed by oriental cushions.

Josh smiled, wiping the blood from his face with his fingers, before placing them provocatively in his mouth and sucking. He closed his eyes in pleasure.

I have changed her name, this is true story.

The room was packed out, the walls cracking with the intense atmosphere, seams splitting and wounds opening. Shirts were drenched, faces pale and legs weak.

A humor/satire on extreme political correctness - Oh, don't worry, I promise no one will be offended